I'm sick of all you ****ing texting zombies in the store aisles, school halls, behind the wheel of a car, or even in my own goddamn house. If you want to text your ****ing life away that's fine, but get the **** out of my way when you're doing it.

I went postal on a tween the other day in town. She was sitting at the light, it turns green and she's glued to her phone. I honked and asked her, "Are you waiting for ****ing Dark Green? Move!!!".